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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 49: Time to go home (2)

Chapter 49: Time to go home (2)

The​​ walled city of​​⁠ Sturma.

Its‌‌ owner, Peter Bayezid,‍‍ clutched the telegram‍ Ragmus had handed​‍ him and sighed.‌​

“…Count​ Ravnoma has fallen.”‌⁠

Peter‌‌⁠ rubbed his temples​‌​ with one hand​ and closed his​‍⁠ eyes. {1}

He​‌⁠ had known for⁠⁠ a while that​ something was amiss​⁠‌ in the West,​⁠‍ but he never​‍‍ expected an outcome‍ like this.

“…Did​ Count Gaidar’s family​‌ have so much⁠‍ power?”

“They⁠ say the western‌ families united. It⁠⁠ seems it was​ insurmountable.”

“Why‌‍⁠ didn’t the royal‍⁠ family intervene?”

“…From⁠ our standpoint, we‌ couldn’t discern what‌‍⁠ was happening in‍‍ the center.”

Expressing​‍​ it with apologies,‍‌ Ragmus couldn’t avoid‌‍ it either.

The‌​ North was a place with a stronger identity than⁠ any other region.⁠‍ While they were​‌‌ free from the‌ influence of royalty‍⁠​ or central power‌ by clearly erecting‍‍⁠ a wall, at‌‌ the same time,‌‌ they couldn’t help⁠ but be ignorant⁠‌⁠ of what was​ happening in other⁠⁠ areas. In everything,⁠ there was a hierarchy that had⁠‌ to be respected.​

“···It’s‍‍‌ a pity for​‍ a count’s family‌⁠⁠ from a country‌‌​ to fall like⁠ this. And furthermore,‍ a family that​​​ upholds an oath.”‍​‍

Even‌ in turbulent times‌ where the empire‌‌‍ was weakening, there⁠​ were still limits‌​ that needed protection.‍ However, the new‍​ tide that was​‍ brewing was sweeping​ away the established⁠ rules and traditions⁠⁠‌ as violently as‌​ they had been⁠‌​ forced.

“······A‍ chaotic time.”

Through​ the latest news,⁠‌ Peter clearly understood​ what era he​⁠‌ was living in.‍‌ For those who‍ had just gained​ power, the rules⁠ and traditions of​ the past must‍ have felt like‍​​ chains oppressing them.‍‍ The order of‌‌ the West had​ been reorganized.

“···Indeed.”‍‍

Lost‍⁠⁠ in thought, Peter‌‌​ realized something and‍ stood up as⁠⁠ if he had‌ understood, approaching the‍‌​ window. A procession‍‌ of carriages entered‍ the mansion with⁠⁠ the intermittent spring‍ rain falling. Watching⁠⁠ the pilgrims enter​‌ the mansion carrying​‌ church emblems aloft,‍⁠ Peter murmured as⁠​​ if he finally⁠‍‌ understood.

“They​​⁠ were not pilgrims.”​‍

People​ entering the Bayezid​​​ mansion with church‌​‍ symbols held high.‍‍​ Observing the pilgrims⁠ entering the mansion,⁠ Peter finally understood​​ as he bit‌‌⁠ his lip.

“····They‌‌‌ were not pilgrims.‍⁠‍ They were refugees‌⁠ who brought with⁠ them an ancient​ oath.”

***​⁠

Vlad‌‍‌ carried his luggage‍‌ under the pouring‌​ rain.

The‍‍ boy’s breath turned​‌‌ white in the‌​ cold spring rain.⁠‍

It’s‍⁠ a strange atmosphere.‌⁠

Until​‍‍ last night, the​​ group had been‌⁠‍ laughing together in‍ a fairly friendly⁠‍ atmosphere, but not‌‍⁠ now.

With​ the sudden decision‌‍​ to leave, the‌⁠‌ group’s mood had⁠‌ hardened, and with⁠⁠ it, a subtle‍​ tension.

As⁠‌​ a result, Vlad⁠⁠‌ arrived in Sturma⁠‍‍ a day earlier⁠‌⁠ than planned, and⁠​​ under close surveillance,⁠ the priests were‌⁠ transferring the luggage​ they had brought‍ with them.

“Be‍​ careful, be careful!”‍‌⁠

“Leave‌​⁠ the servants out‌​ of this. We’ll​‌⁠ handle this.”

Vlad’s‍‌ head naturally turned‌⁠ in that direction‍ at the shout.‌​‌

When‌⁠‌ loud sounds reached⁠ his ears, Vlad‍‍ instinctively turned his⁠ head.

There‌⁠‍ was a heavy⁠ wooden chest with‌‍ strange inscriptions carved‌‍ on it.

For‌​‌ some reason, the‍ chest caught the‌​​ boy’s attention in⁠⁠⁠ a peculiar way.⁠‌‌ However, Vlad quickly‌​⁠ averted his gaze‍​‍ from the chest,​ simply shifting his‍‍‌ position.

After‌​​ all, rain mixed⁠ with the blood⁠ of the Deathworms⁠​ flowing from their​‍ corpses might not⁠ be compatible with​‍‍ his soul.

Throbbing.‍

“It’s‌ not okay.”

Probably,​​‍ it was the‌ smell of blood‍ that accelerated his​⁠‌ heart.

Like‍​ some people who​ are sensitive to​​⁠ certain foods or​ smells.

In‍​ his case, maybe‍ it’s the blood⁠⁠‌ of the death‌⁠‌ worm.

“Well‌ done.”

Carrying‌‍ his luggage to​​​ the entrance of​ the Bayezid mansion,⁠⁠​ Vlad kept his​⁠ head down, waiting​‌​ for the door‍‍​ to open.

A few more steps,​⁠ and he would‍ be inside, but‍ that was all⁠‍ he could do.‌

Rutiger‌⁠⁠ and his knights⁠‌‌ entered, giving him⁠⁠​ a quiet pat⁠‍​ on the shoulder⁠​​ for a job‍ well done.

The​‍‍ priests followed, surrounding​ the black wooden‌⁠ box.

They‍⁠ were all people‌ he had been‌‍ with all these‌‍ years, but the‌ boy didn’t deserve​‌ to be with‍​ them until the‌‍ end.

‘…..’‌

Vlad​‍‍ looked up as‌‌ they walked away.⁠‌

Curious‍ about the space​‌‍ he wasn’t allowed,​ and a little​ resentful.

“….!”⁠​

And​⁠ at that moment,‍ their gazes met.⁠‌

The⁠‌‌ highest-ranking person in‌‌‍ the Bayezid family.‍

Where‍‍ Vlad’s gaze met,‌‍ a world so‌ vast that it‍ could barely be​​ encompassed, observed the​⁠‍ boy.

Completely⁠⁠‍ frozen by Peter’s‍ presence, Vlad could‌ only remain motionless,‍⁠ unable to look​ away until the⁠‌ door was completely‌‌⁠ closed.

Until‌⁠⁠ the doors of⁠‌⁠ the corridors that​ marked the boundaries‌‌ of privilege were⁠‍ completely shut.

***‌⁠

“I’m‌ going to go.”‌⁠

“All‌‍ right.”

Portly​‌ bid Vlad farewell⁠ with a stern​ expression, as if​​ he had his‌‌‌ own expectations.

The⁠​ two squires returned⁠‍‍ to Sturma, expecting​ some kind of‍⁠‍ reward, perhaps even​‍‌ a small feast,​⁠ for their successful‌‌ slaying of a Deathworm.

However,⁠ they were forced‍ back to their‌⁠ seats with the⁠​⁠ heavy feeling of‌‍​ a late spring‌‌‌ rain.

Vlad‌ watched Portly’s back​‌ as he walked​ painfully back to‌ his accommodation.

Even​‌⁠ though they were‌​ in the same‌ boat, at least​⁠‍ he had someone​⁠​ to rely on.‍

“…..”​​

As​ Vlad walked down​⁠ the hallway, he​‍​ recalled Peter’s gaze⁠⁠ from earlier.

“I‍ don’t remember.”

It‌ was clear that‌ it had been‌‍​ a strong first‍ impression, but the‌⁠‍ issue was that‍‍ he didn’t remember‌‌‍ it.

It‌ wasn’t what Peter‌​ seemed like; it⁠ was what he​​ was, and that‌‍​ was all that‌ remained in the‍ boy’s mind.

“Hmmm.”​

It​‍‌ didn’t matter if‍​ he didn’t remember.‌​⁠

The⁠ Count must have‌⁠ looked a lot‌​‍ like the man​​‌ he was about‍⁠ to meet.

“I’m‌ here. Lord Joseph.”‍‍​

“Come‌​​ in.”

Announcing‍ his arrival in​⁠ front of Joseph’s‍​​ office, Vlad opened​​‍ the door with‌‌​ a familiar gesture.​⁠‌

Although‍⁠⁠ Bayezid’s glorious halls‌‌ did not grant​ him a seat,​​ Joseph’s office was​⁠​ more than willing‌​‍ to accommodate him.‍​‌

“You’re​‍ a day early.”⁠⁠⁠

“It⁠ just happened.”

“Yes.​‍ I heard.”

Joseph’s‍​ office, where Oksana‌‌ had insisted on‌​​ sitting, was the​ room in the​‌⁠ Bayezid mansion that⁠​⁠ saw the longest⁠‍‌ periods of sunlight.​

It⁠‌ had been a burden for Vlad⁠⁠ when he first‌‌⁠ moved in, but⁠⁠ he had grown​ accustomed to it.‍

“Are‍⁠ you okay?”

“I’m‍​ fine.”

“Good.”⁠

Vlad‌⁠ tensed slightly as⁠ he looked at​​⁠ Joseph, who quietly​⁠ questioned him, and‍ Jager, who stood⁠ by his side.⁠

He​​​ wondered if he​​ was about to‍‍ receive a reprimand.‍‍‌

Helping​ to defeat the‌⁠ Deathworms attacking the‌‌ pilgrims was undoubtedly​ a good thing,​​​ worthy of praise.⁠‍‍

But‌ it was also‌‌‌ a bit uncomfortable⁠⁠⁠ for Joseph himself.‌‌

After‍​⁠ all, he was⁠⁠​ helping Rutiger.

It​⁠‌ was not something​ he would have‍‍‌ wanted to do,‍ given their rivalry.​‌⁠

“Why⁠‍⁠ are you looking‌ at me like​‌‍ that?”

But​ Joseph didn’t seem‍⁠ uncomfortable at all;⁠‍ he was only​ looking through the⁠​‍ papers.

“…It’s​⁠ nothing.”

Vlad‌⁠ responded with an⁠ internal sigh of‌⁠⁠ relief.

It​ relieved him not⁠⁠ so much that‌ he hadn’t been⁠ reprimanded, but that‌‍​ it had been⁠ exactly who he⁠ thought it was.⁠‌

“I’m‍‍‍ glad to know‍‌ you’re better, but⁠‍‌ you better pull⁠ yourself together.”

Joseph,‍ who had been⁠‌‍ shuffling papers for​‌‍ a while, looked‍‍ up and looked‍​ directly at Vlad.‌⁠

“I’m‍ afraid I don’t​ know much about‌‌​ the streets of‍​‌ Soara.”

Vlad‍‌⁠ was surprised that⁠‌ Joseph suddenly mentioned⁠ the streets of⁠⁠ Soara.

“I’ve​​​ heard that a gang uprising ends​ when all the​⁠⁠ members are dead‌ or surrender, is‌ that true?”

“That’s…‍​ probably.”

Vlad⁠ lowered his head,⁠ thoughtful.

Why‍‌⁠ was he suddenly‌​ asking about this?‌​

Vlad‍⁠‍ shrank a bit​ as he saw⁠ Joseph trying to‌ get to his​⁠‍ innermost parts.

“Is‍ that why you‍ couldn’t send her⁠ a letter?”

“What​‌‌ letter?”

“To​⁠ your lover in​ the convent.”

“She’s‍⁠‍ a friend…”

“Whatever.”‌‌⁠

Upon‍​‍ Vlad’s response, Joseph‍ got up from​ his seat.

“Not​​​ that I’m not​⁠⁠ aware of what’s⁠​ been happening in‌⁠⁠ Soara, where we‍‍‍ couldn’t send anyone⁠⁠‌ for fear of⁠​‌ hurting people.”

He⁠ walked to the⁠‌ window and watched⁠​‌ the spring rain‍‌‍ for a moment‌​⁠ before speaking.

“I​ wanted to be‌ considerate, but it​‍ takes time and⁠ a track record‌⁠ to make up​ for it. Jack​ the Maimed deserved⁠‍ what happened to‍​​ him.”

Vlad​ nodded, still, listening​‌​ to Joseph’s words.⁠⁠‍

Maybe​ it was like​⁠ that.

Even⁠ though they were‌ streets, it also‌⁠⁠ belonged to Count​ Bayezid’s territory.

For‍ a maimed man⁠​⁠ named Jack to‍ roam freely in‌ an alley, he​​ would have to​‍ have contacts with​ powerful people in‌⁠ both places.

He⁠​ was a man​⁠ of great wealth,‍‍​ as his name⁠ suggested.

He⁠⁠‌ had a lot⁠⁠​ of money, even​ if it came⁠ from the tears⁠ of the people​ in the streets.‍

“…..”‌⁠

Vlad‍​⁠ looked at Joseph,‍ who remained motionless‌‌ by the window.⁠

And‍ the flag hanging⁠ beside him.

He‍ had entered and⁠⁠‍ exited Joseph’s office‌ countless times, but‍ he had never​‍ seen it.

“What’s​​ that?”

A white flag, rectangular‌ in shape.

It‍ was a bit‌​ smaller than the​ flags he had‍⁠ seen before, almost​‌​ as if he‍⁠⁠ could hold it‌ with one hand.‍‌⁠

After​​ thinking for a moment, Joseph spoke.​⁠

“Thanks​ to you proving​‍ your worth…”

With‍⁠‍ those words, Joseph⁠​ carefully took out‌ the flag he​‌⁠ had by his⁠‌ side.

“Now​‌‌ that you’ve fought​ so much for‌​​ me, I must‌ repay you, as‍ promised.”

“Is‍ that… right?”

Vlad‌ looked at Joseph​‍ as he walked⁠‍ slowly toward him,⁠ and he could‌‌​ almost see the⁠‍‍ image of Peter‌​⁠ from earlier.

The‍⁠ dignity radiating as​ he held the‌ flag reminded him⁠​‌ of that presence.‍‌

“They​​​ say that knights‌ from my grandfather’s‍​⁠ time… carried banners​‍ like the one‌⁠ I hold now.”‍‌⁠

Joseph​ gazed mysteriously at⁠‌ the flag in​‍‌ his hands.

He⁠ smiled bittersweetly at​‍‌ the item he⁠​ would never be⁠⁠‍ able to carry.‍‍‌

“A⁠⁠ flag representing your‌⁠ own honor.”

But‌‌ Joseph was the​‍​ chosen one.

Since‌‌‍ he couldn’t hold​ both the sword⁠‍ and the flag,‌⁠​ he would hold​ the knight who​‍ held them.

And‌‌​ there was a boy in front‍ of him who‍‍ could do that.​

“You‌​‍ are a man‍‍‍ worthy of your‍ own standard. And​‍ you are backed‌‌‌ by Heinal and​‍ Bayezid.”

Vlad‍⁠​ looked in astonishment‍‌‌ at the white‌ flag being handed‍ to him.

It‍ seemed blank, but​‌ in the upper-left‌ corner of the‌⁠ flag were two⁠‌‍ small coats of‌⁠⁠ arms.

They⁠ were the coats‍‌⁠ of arms of⁠ Heinal and Bayezid.​

“Ha,​ but I…”

“Take⁠⁠ this and go​​ to your land.”‌‌‍

“….!”​‌

Hearing‌⁠‍ Joseph’s words, Vlad‌⁠ felt as if‍ he had been‍ struck by lightning.​​‍

His‍⁠ head was spinning‌‌⁠ from the sudden⁠ words.

This⁠ was the moment​ he had been⁠‍ waiting for, dreaming‌ of, and decided​ he would do​ someday.

But‌‍​ he never imagined⁠​ that this moment‌​⁠ would be today.‌⁠

“Vlad,‌ you who have​ taken the name‍​‌ Lady Alicia and⁠ you who are​⁠ a squire of‍​⁠ House Bayezid, hold⁠‍ your head high‌ under the banner.”‍⁠

The​‍​ boy raised his​‌ head with a dazed expression as‍⁠ he received the‍‌ flag from Joseph’s⁠‌ hand.

But‌‍‍ despite his expressionless‍ face, the boy’s‍ body was trembling.⁠‍⁠

The‌​ moment he had‌⁠ been waiting for⁠ so much was‍‌ approaching.

“There,‍‍⁠ you will cut​ the ties that‌ have held you‌⁠⁠ captive, and you‌‌⁠ will come to‌‌‍ me again, truly⁠⁠‌ free.”

Vlad‌⁠ didn’t respond.

He‍⁠ just stared at‍ the flag he​⁠ held with a vacant look.

“As‍ I promised, all‍‍⁠ sponsored by Bayezid.‍​ Vlad Of Soara.”‌⁠

From​⁠ that day’s contract.⁠⁠‌

The​⁠‍ boy and the‍‌ young man promised‍‌​ to give and‌ receive.

And‍ that promise was‍‌‌ confirmed under the​‌​ honorable banner that⁠​ the boy now‍‍⁠ held.

Vlad⁠‍ Of Soara.

Return‍‍‌ to your homeland.⁠​​

There,‌ break the bonds​ that bind you.‍

And‌⁠ claim what is‍ yours.

“I​⁠ accept the name…”​​‌

The⁠ boy tightly grasped​⁠​ the flag he‍ held.

Until⁠⁠‌ his hands turned​ pale.

Translator’s​⁠ notes:(1): Joseph’s father’s⁠‍ name will change​​ from Fether to‍⁠​ Peter for better​​⁠ understanding.

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